The Nightmare


With eyes wide open
They peep into their nightmare
Shedding light so bright
It creeps into their bedtime

Rectangular devious piece of hell
Stuck to hand and life
Technological advancement I won't see
Coz, eyes can't see its infidelity.

When world turns around
The nights do stay
As the day comes around
The nightmare stays

Aint that the one
That she got for her birthday?
Aint that the thing
He bought when he won Game?

Come in papa, its so fun
Her call is hefty with world in hand
Another time darling, I smile
That gloated at dead end.

Bundled medicines found right here
Insominious existence.
Bundles of light float right there
Insominious existence.

My Lashes find their way back
To be halved by barbarous Nightmare
But Life is so much fare
With Real facsimiled of the Reel.

On the rim of heart
I wish for a Nightmare
One cruel childish peril filled night
One nightmare as it used to be.

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